The Human Race | Darkiplier X Reader

| THIRTY-ONE |

Y/n's POV

The man who I think brought me here stands next to me as I lay on the floor, shielding myself.
"Get up." He tells me.

He was being nice before.
What happened?

Not wanting to anger him, I stand up straight and tall while hiding all my fear.
"You're scaring her Dark." The one with a green eye says.
"So? That's kind of what I do."
The green eyed man frowns.
"You have to stop being mean." He says.
"Why Anti? We're not angels; we're demons."

Don't mind his rudeness darling. It's his inner demon-

This weird voice that was whispering in my ear gets interrupted by the black eyed man saying,
"Uh...sorry."
Silence.
"W-who are you?" I muster up all my confidence to choke out that sentence.
"My apologies. I am Dark, that is Anti, and he's PewDIE."
The black eyed man, Dark, tells me.

Now he's being nice and formal.
What the hell?

"What's your name human?"
The guy with one green eye, Anti, asks.
"Y-Y/n." I almost whisper.
"Why a-are your eyes-s black?" I ask Dark.
He furrows his eyebrows.
"A-and why-y does he ha-ve one green eye?" I ask, pointing to Anti.
"A-and why do-o you two loo-ook like two of my f-friends?"
Anti looks almost exactly like Jack and Dark almost looks exactly like Mark.
"A-are you going t-to eat me?!"
I shout in absolute fear and cover my face.
They all start to laugh.
"Where are you from? Demons don't eat humans." Anti says and they continue to laugh.
"Th-the Systems-s." I say.
They all stop laughing.
"The Systems?" The one with blonde hair, PewDIE, asks.
"Must be some village far from here." He says.
"How did you get here?" Anti asks.
"I-I...I-"
"Spit it out Human." Dark commands.
"I'm tr-trying to find the right word f-for-r it." I say.
"The right word for what?" Anti asks.
"For going up a cliff."
His eyes widen.
"Going up a cliff?" He asks.
"That's what they're called, right?"
Anti turns to the other two.
"Man, you got yourself one really uneducated human on you hands. I've got to go check and make sure mine hasn't torn up the house."
PewDIE waves before blue smoke surrounds him. I begin to cough as the smoke fills my lungs.
"I-It burns."
Tears involuntarily fall down my face.
"What burns?" Dark asks.
"It feels-s like I'm bre-breathing in fi-re." I tell him.
As the blue smoke enters my nose it burns everything I'm it's path. My nose feels like an oven turned on high, my throat feels like a whole box of matches was lit in it, and my lungs feels like a wildfire is spreading everywhere. As continuously cough, blood starts to come up with it.
"What's happening?!" Anti asks.
He looks horrified.
"She is having a reaction to the smoke." Dark tells him.
The coughing up blood turns to vomiting up everything I ate over the last 24 hours and even more blood.
"Do something!" Anti exclaims, but Dark seems to have already been on it.
He's whispering something in a language I don't understand.
Each word seems to flow out of his mouth perfectly, like its his native tongue. The words spin through my head and seem to enchant me. They repeat over and over in my mind, even overlapping to make it seem like seven or eight Dark's are saying it. My vision flashes pink for a split second and then everything is back to normal. I'm no longer coughing up blood and my lungs don't feel like they're going to explode in my chest.
"Are you feeling okay now?" Dark asks.
I nod.
"What di-d  you do?" I question him.
Whatever he did made me feel energized. I've never felt this good in my entire life.

It feels like I can do anything or am invincible.

"First off, you are not invincible. Second, I used a healing spell."
I look at him, amazed.

How did he know I was thinking that?

"I can read minds human." He says, startling me.
"So you-u guys have ma-magic?"
Anti lightly chuckles, his eyes squinting and a small smile forms on his face.
"I wouldn't exactly call it magic. We more so call them powers." He says.
"We?" I ask.
"Well of course we! All demons have powers. Some are stronger than others. Like Dark and I have multiple main powers. Most people only have one."
I nod and actually begin to take in every detail of both men for the first time.

Anti looks psychotic, but from talking to him you know he's a pretty nice dude.
He hair is brown and his one eye is lovely shade of blue whole the other looks infected and green.
There are small wrinkles by his eyes showing that he smiles and laughs a lot. Which is weird because you wouldn't think a demon would be all too happy.
He also looks like parts of him faze in and out of existence every-now-and-then.
The final thing I notice about him is a scar going from left to right on his throat. It looks like it was pretty painful and that it could have hit an artery.
He's lucky it didn't I guess.

Dark looks very formal and cold.
His stare seems to peirce right into your soul. His hair is pitch black just like his eyes, no whites or pupils can be seen in them.
His skin is a light grey and sickly looking. There are no lines by his eyes or mouth, which doesn't surprise me all too much.
A man like him doesn't look like he smiles. His voice is deep; even deeper than Mark's and he has a pretty deep voice. It's one that when you hear it, you have to listen. He seems like the type of guy who is in control of every situation he's ever been out in and likes it that way.
There's no way that he couldn't manipulate me into doing something.

Why was that last thing a part of my analysis on him?